photoshoot...

Stepped out of the Taxi workshop and onto the shining wet street, bicycles dripping and water in our helmets. Caned it up Drummond and then Lygon St to Pigeon Hole, talking the things we’d noticed. What’s it like to solo at that point? How does it feel when you want the group to come together and they don’t? What is going on with eye contact and gaze. Dusk in Brunswick.

Left our bikes in the warehouse and got into Nona and out into the peak hour traffic. Museli bars and hilarity, poo jokes and Christy saying “don’t let anyone in front of us Luke! You’re letting people in front!” and the big sluggish old engine roaring ineffectually as Luke stepped on the pedal.

A rush at Kingston to unload and set up for the photoshoot and to organise food for our desperately hungry impro-exhausted bodies. Me wandering round the streets of Moorabbin trying to find some immediate take-away food in the rain – to no avail. Luke re-assembling the ikea bunkbed with an allen key and bolts in his mouth. Christy switching between helping luke and doing all the other jobs that needed to happen. Amanda turned up with bag loads of costumes, capes, ‘onesies’ (full length unitards) and various other crazy items.

I finally scored fried Indian things and we ate them on the stage between completing the bunk-bed ensemble and trying out costume ideas. This is the bit where you take photos before making a show and you don’t really know what the show will look like and you don’t really know what your characters are. But you need the promo now! So here we go…

Ali Fairly showed up with her camera and gave us make up tips while we said what we wanted. Crazy photo shoot, rushing through ideas on the not-bright-enough stage, trying to look spectacular without getting too high. Ali: “tall isn’t good.” But we want to have photos that say: ‘we do acrobatics’ as well as ‘we look stunning and professional and like our show is going to be fun to watch.'

I’ll add the pics as soon as Ali puts them up on flikr…

Went back to Luke and Christy’s that night and got a message from Jono: “I don’t understand where you are. I don’t see how you could sleep at Luke and Christy’s because they live in a little truck.” So Christy took a photo of me and my little bed to send to him.